This morning as we were driving into town I heard that familiar “Mama…” from the back seat. You know the one, when there is that certain inclination to the word Mama so that you just know some momentous question is about to follow…
“Mama….” said Zoe. “When I am ten (the girls think that ‘ten’ is VERY grown up)…. can I change my name???”
“Change your name?”
“Yes, when I am grown up, can I change my name.”
“I guess, if you really want to. What will your change your name to???”
I admit I feared the worst “Barbie” perhaps? Or Tinkerbell? For a long time she made everyone call her Nemo…. so I held my breath and cringed just a little as she told me…
“Tiger Lily…. you can call me Lily for my short name”.
Hmm Tiger Lily… Lily… you know, as far as names go, I don’t mind that at all.
“Sure” I told her ” When you are ten, if you want to change your name to Tiger Lily, that is just what we’ll do”
Though I have to confess, I kind of hope that particular promise doesn’t come back to bite me on the bum in ten years time, cause Zoe is the one I was sure about when it came to naming my children.